A string of stones rubbed against Wang Han and smashed into the freezer not far away.

Wang Han turned his head.

I saw that the owner of Jishuitan was here again.

I just didn't dare to come forward.

The sudden sneak attack really tested how much Wang Han's strength had recovered.

Seeing Wang Han dodge his sneak attack.

Feng Rengui quickly stepped back.

Wang Han stood up awkwardly.

Feng Rengui quickly retreated. He was ganked by Jie Zhaodi yesterday and had not recovered from his injuries. He just came over to check on Wang Han and found that Wang Han was not dead. He turned around and ran away in fright.

After running far away, I felt that something was wrong with Wang Han's condition, and thought that maybe I was scaring myself. Now I had the courage to come back to test Wang Han's details. Seeing Wang Han move freely, the grandson was shocked.

Unsteady on his feet, he knelt on the ground.

"Brother Wang! Oh no! Uncle Wang! Spare your life!"

For a man of his age, it is really funny to call Wang Han uncle.

Wang Han has regained some strength now, but his body has not fully recovered and some places are still numb.

"Where is the Kyushu Cauldron?"

Feng Rengui licked his lips, knelt on the ground, and moved back an inch while kneeling.

"I hid it, Uncle Wang. I'll go get it for you right away! I'll go right away!"

Feng Rengui stood up and ran away. After reaching a safe distance, Feng Rengui pointed in the direction of Wang Han and yelled.

"Grandson! What are you pretending to be! You are a loner now! I will sue you! I will bring someone to fuck you later!"

Wang Han walked out.

Feng Rengui hurriedly ran down, staggering, leaning on the ground with both hands, afraid that Wang Han would catch up, so he ran down using both hands and feet, just like a humanoid dog, which looked very funny.

Wang Han leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

After getting ready to recover, first go find Feng Rengui, the master of Jishuitan, to get the Jiuzhou Cauldron back.

Looking far into the distance.

The setting sun is like blood.

Thin clouds and mist are billowing, and ancient trees in the mountains are rustling.

There was a drizzle of stars floating in the sky.

Under the reflection of the setting sun, there is a different kind of beauty.

Wang Han turned his head and saw a bamboo hat hanging on the wall of the cafeteria.

He picked it up and put it on his head, then walked away.

The drizzle fell on the shoulders, and the setting sun stretched Wang Han's figure on the steps.

Wearing a lotus hat with a setting sun.
Chapter completed!